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GLOTTA,  OR  THE  CLYDE, 

A  POEM. 


HUMBLY    INSCRIBED    TO    THE    RIGHT    HONOURABLE   THE 

MARQUIS  OF  CARNARVON. 


JAMES  ARBUCKLE,  A.M. 

STUDENT   IN   THE    UNIVERSITY   OF   GLASGOW 


Oh,  ye!  whose  tender  hearts  were  taught  to  mourn, 
By  Nature's  genius,  in  your  poet,  By*N, 
Whose  pen,  our  country's  dearest  scenes  retrac'd, 
Whose  soul,  the  virtues  of  our  country  grac'd. 

Protect  an  artist !  'tis  his  only  aim  ! 

To  paint  the  scenes,  the  poet  deign'd  to  name  j 

Content  and  happy  in  his  humble  pride, 

To  shew  his  native  soil— the  Shores  op  Clyde:. 


TV  MIHI,  TIMOLF.ON,  MAGN]  SPES  MAXIMA  PATKIS, 
NEC  PATRIAE  MINOR,  AONII  NOVOS  1NC0LA  MONTIS, 
ADDE   GRADUM    COMES.  ■  BUCH.    DE    SPHJERA. 


Ionium: 

PRINTED  BY  HENRY  REYNELL,  NO.  21,  PICCADILLY. 


1810 


THE  FASHIONABLE  TOUR 

ALONG  THE  BANKS  OF  CLYDE. 


No.  13,  Old  Bond  Street. 
MARSHALL'S  EXTENSIVE  PANORAMA 

Of  the  matchless  Beauties  of  the  Clyde, 

FROM  THE  FALLS  DOWN  TO  THE  IRISH  SEA, 


•POM  A  NEW  AND  INTERESTING  PLAN,    AS  IF  TRAVELLING  ALONG  THE  BANKS  J 


Comprehending  a  Variety  of  Landscape  of  above  One  Hundred  Miles,  j/j^ 

IN  two  divisions.  UArsH 


UPPER  DIVISION, 

i.  Bonnington  Lin  or  Fall,  from  the 
*  Corra  side,  being  the  most  picturesque 
view,  taking  the  Fall  in  front. 

2.  The  truly  romantic  view  on  the 
Clyde  looking  up  to  the  Bonnington 
Fall,  with  tremendous  rocks  on  each 
side,  overtopt  with  trees,  with  a  Swi- 
vel Bridge  across  a  deep  chasm  about 
12  feet  wide,  which  contains  the  whole 
of  the  vast  current  of  Clyde,  unless 
when  very  large. 

3.  A  view  of  the  same  kind,  looking 
down  the  water,  commanding  a  prospect 
of  the  ancient  ruins  of  old  Corra-houfe, 
which  stands  on  a  large  cliff  of  rocks, 
separate  from  the  main  ground  by  a 
deep  vacuity,  over  which  there  has 
been  a  Draw-bridge. 

4.  Lanark  Cotton-mills,  with  a  view 
of  the  town. 

5.  Corra  Lin  or  Fall,  from  the  Bon- 
nington side,  gives  a  different  view 
of  the  old  Corra's  ruins,  which  over- 
hangs the  Fall ;  New  House  situated 
on  a  beautiful  declining  bank  towards 
the  river,  richly  wooded. 

6.  Sunnyside,  the  property  of  Mr. 
Walkinshaw,  commanding  a  most  ex- 
tensive view ;  Kirkfield  on  the  opposite 
bank. 

7.  The  Village  of  Kirkfield  Bank, 
beautifully  situated  at  the  commence- 
ment of  the  NetuRoad  betwixt  Lanark 
and  Hamilton. 

8.  Lanark  Bridge,  with  pleasant 
braes  below  the  town,  Bonnington  and 
Braxfield  in  the  middle  ground ;  Tinto 
Hill  at  a  distance;  to  the  left  the  MoUse 
River  and  Bridge,  &c. 

9.  Stonebyres  Lin  or  Fall,  from 
which  the  water  travels  very  rapidly 

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OR  THE  FALLS,  &c. 

Over  large  stones ;   the  mill  and  wild 
scenery  on  each  side. 

10  The  beautiful  turn  the  Clyde 
takes  on  its  departure  from  the  Fall, 
with  the  Salmon  Cruive  belonging  to 
Stonebyres  House. 

11.  Carfin  House,  with  that  of 
Stonebyres  to  the  right  amongst  its 
huge  woods  ;  Tinto  Hill  at  a  distance. 

12.  The  Villages  of  Nethan  Foot 
and  Crossford,  several  seats  in  the 
neighbourhood. 

1 3.  Milton  House  and  Grounds,  with 
Clyde  &  Milton  Mills.— The  Millers' 
Cottages,  &c. 

14.  Mauldslie  Castle,  offices  and 
grounds,  garden,  &c.  charmingly  laid 
out ;  the  seat  of  the  Earl  of  Hyndford. 

15.  The  Village  and  Church  of 
Dalserf,  with  house  and  orchards,  the 
seat  of  Capt.  Hamilton  5  the  opposite 
banks  are  beautiful. 

16.  Cambusuethan,  the  seat  of  Rob. 
Lockhart,  Esq.  with  offices  &  pleasure 
grounds  richly  wooded. 

17.  A  delightful  winding  reach  of 
the  River,  at  the  close  of  which  stands 
Dalziel,  the  seat  of  Gen.  Hamilton. 

18.  Town  of  Hamilton,  with  the 
Duke's  Palace,  pleasure  grounds,  &c. 

19.  Bridge  of  Hamilton,  over  which 
is  seen  the  Ross,  the  seat  of  Capt. 
Aikman  ;  to  the  right  is  Cbatelrault, 
and  the  Ross  Bridge  over  the  Evan, 
which  joins  the  Clyde  at  Hamilton 
Bridge. 

20.  Bothwell  Bridge,  famed  for  the 
Battle  of  that  name  ;  Bothwell  and 
Douglas  Parks. 

21.  Blantyre  Cotton  Mil  Is  closes  the 
Upper  Ward,  and  presents  a  very 
picturesque  view  ;  a  Ferry,  &c. 

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THE  UNDER  DIVISION  OF  CLYDE 


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r.  A  most  beautiful  view  of  the 
ruins  of  Bothwcll  Castle,  taken  from 
Blantyre  Priory  ;  also  on  the  right  the 
«eat  of  Lord  Douglas — truly  grand. 

a.  Daldowie,  the  property  of  John 
Bogle,  Esq. 

3-  A  most  picturesque  Evening 
view  of  the  Village  of  Carmile,  where 
the  Clyde  falls  into  a  mill  lead  on 
each  side,  forming  a  rural  tall  across 
the  river. 

4.  Clyde  and  Carmile  Mills,  &e. 

5.  A  splendid  Moonlight  view  of 
Rosebank  and  Moriston,  the  proper  ties 
of  Misses  Dale ;  a  very  pleasant  effect. 

6.  A  Night  view  of  Clyde  Iron 
Works,  representing  the  magnificent 
splendor  ot  the  furnaces  iu  full  blaze. 

7.  Easter  Hill  j  Mr.  Finlay's  pro- 
perty. 

8.  Dalbeath,  the  seat  of  J  as.  Hop- 
kirk,  Esq. 

9.  Morning  Dawn,  a  beautiful  view 
of  the  banks  at  Rutherglcn,  Dalmar- 
nock,  Hamilton  Farm,  &c. 

10.  Distant  view  of  Glasgow, 
with  the  Villages  of  Camlachie  and 
Rutherglen  Bridge  end,  with  contigu- 
ous cotton  mills  and  dye  works  to  the 
left ;  on  the  right  is  Shawfield,  the 
property  of  Dr.  Cleghoro. 

1 1.  A  most  extensive  view  of  the 
City  of  Glasgow,  from  Adelphi-street, 
on  the  south  side  of  the  Clyde.  On 
the  right  is  the  green,  with  Lord  Nel- 
son's monument,  washing  house,  and 
the  wooden  bridge  across  the  Clyde; 
in  the  centre  is  the  old  bridge  across 
from  the  Gorbals  to  the  foot  of  Stock- 
well-street;  and  on  the  left  is  the  new 
bridge  and  shipping  at  the  Broomiclaw, 
the  Village  of  Anderston,  &c. 

u.  Finieston,  Mr.  Geddes'  crystal 
works* 


13.  Stobcross,  Mr.  Phillips,  with 
Mr.  Logan's  House  on  the  right. 

14.  The  Village  of  Gov  an,  with  the 
fishers'  huts,  &c. 

15.  The  Point,  or  Ferry  House; 
the  conflux  of  the  rivers  Kelvin  and 
Clyde ;  the  Village  and  Castle  of 
Partick,  &c. 

16.  A  most  beautiful  view  from 
Dunnotter  Hill  on  the  north  side  of 
the  Clyde,  with  the  Iron  Works  on  the 
fore  ground;  Dumbarton  and  Dunglass 
Castles  at  a  distance  ;  and  among  the 
trees  on  the  opposite  side  is  Erskine 
House,  the  seat  of  Lord  Blantyre ; 
Erskine  Ferry,  &c. 

17.  Dumbuck  Hill  and  the  Lone 
Craig;  the  Village  of  Milton  lies 
betwixt  them.  This  view  and  all  the 
rest  are  from  the  south  side. 

18.  Town  and  Castle  of  Dumbar- 
ton, Ben  Lomond,  &c. 

19.  Port  Glasgow;  Vessels  arriving 
and  departing ;  the  Frith  of  Clyde 
beautifully  opening;  a  harvest  scene 
with  reapers  at  work,  &c. 

20.  A  distant  view  of  Greenock, 
with  Argyll's  bowling  green,  &c. 
opposite. 

21.  Baillie  Gemmell's  house,  offices 
and  pleasure  grounds,  &c. 

22.  A  near  view  of  Greenock  from 
the  Braes  behind  Caresdyke,  with 
Roseneath,  A  rdenconnel,  Helensburgh, 
&c. 

23.  Gourock,  with  its  Bay,  most 
delightful  bathing  quarters. 

24.  Cloach  Light-house,  &c. 

25.  Denoon  Ferry,  with  the  Coweli 
Hills. 

2f>.  Ardgowan,  the  seat  of  Sir  John 
Schaw  Stewart,  Bart,  with  the  Hills  of 
Arran,Bute,  Cumries,  &c.  in  the  offing. 


Admittance  to  this  Division,   One  Shilling. 

Tickets  for  the  Season,  not  transferable,  5s. 

Illuminated  from  Eleven  in  the  Morning,  till  Ten  at  Night, 

N.  Bl  This  Poem  on  "  The  Clyde"  to  be  had  at  the  Rooms. 


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GLOTTA: 


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Sacred,  O  Glotta!  be  the  following  strains; 
T%  flow'ry  borders,  and  thy  pleasing  plains, 
Inspire  the  Muse.     Carnarvon,  present  be, 
I  sing  of  Glotta,  and  I  sing  to  thee ; 
Whose  late  appearance  in  these  northern  climes 
Is  thus  reflected  back  in  northern  rhimes. 

Windsor's  fair  Forest  in  the  Poet's  lays 
Its  verdant  beauties  far  and  wide  displays ; 
Nor  length  of  time  can  change  the  beauteous  scene, 
Become  immortal  in  the  godlike  strain. 
Ev'n  trees  long  since  decay'd,  in  verse  arise, 
And  wave  for  ever  in  fictitious  skies. 
Oh !  did  my  breast  with  equal  ardour  glow. 
So  Glotta's  flood  should  in  my  numbers  flow^ 





6*  GLOTTA. 

Not  Cooper's  Hill  more  graceful  should  appear, 
Nor  lovely  Loddon's  crystal  waves  more  clear. 
Tho'  Thames  in  five  degrees  of  better  skies, 
Nearer  the  sun,  and  royal  Brunswick  lies: 
Tho'  fair  Augusta's  tow'rs  his  banks  adorn, 
And  plenty  boasts  an  unexhausted  horn, 
Our  Glotta  yet  with  justice  lays  her  claim 
To  share  his  beauty,  tho'  not  wealth  and  fame. 
Here  nature's  charms  in  gay  confusion  rise, 
Not  less  delightful,  while  they  give  surprise. 
There  mountains  cap'd  with  everlasting  snowr 
Defend  from  storms  the  fruitful  vales  below. 
Here  palaces  along  the  river's  side, 
Illustrious  tremble  in  the  silver  tide. 
Fair  fields  of  corn  enrich  the  labour'd  soil, 
The  reaper's  treasure  now,  as  once  his  toil. 
On  either  side  sequester'd  arbours  close, 
And  awful  scenes  of  silent  bliss  compose; 
High  o'er  the  rest  the  oak  his  head  uprears ; 
To  brave  the  tempests  of  a  thousand  years. 
Ev'n  the  bold  shores  that  break  the  foaming  flood, 
No  frightful  prospect  yield,  tho'  wild  and  rude; 
But  marks  to  guide  the  trembling  pilot  stand, 
And  in  their  arms  import  him  safe  to  land. 

"    As  mighty  things  from  small  beginnings  rise, 
So  Glotta's  flood  at  first  a  brook  supplies, 
Till  by  the  confluence  of  successive  streams, 
The  swelling  current  larger  channel  claims. 
Now  rifted  mountains  interrupt  its  course, 
In  vain ;  resistance  but  augments  its  force. 


GLOTTA.  i 

Calm  and  serene,  it  passage  first  demands, 
And  in  suspence  a  while  collected  stands, 
Till  grown  impatient  with  too  long  delay, 
It  gathers  all  its  rage,  and  bursts  its  way. 
As  o'er  the  steeps*  the  rushing  torrents  break, 
The  mountains  tremble,  and  the  vallies  shake. 
With  dreadful  din  the  deep  abyss  resounds ; 
Our  ears  not  more  the  crush  of  thunder  wounds. 
But  soon  appeas'd,  again  it  gently  flows, 
And  lips  the  flow'ry  margin  as  it  goes.f 

And  now  the  groves  of  Hamilton  appear, 
Th'  enamour'd  flood  retards  its  progress  here : 
Unnumber'd  beauties  crowd  the  verdant  plain, 
And  sweetly  mingle  with  the  Sylvan  scene. 
Here  art  and  nature,  seeming  to  contest, 
Not  more  to  please  us,  than  delude  us  best, 
Disguise  their  form,  and  borrowM  postures  chuse; 
Nature  is  regular,  -and  art  profuse. 
In  these  retreats  a  long  illustrious  line 
Their  fair  abode  th'  indulgent  pow'rs  assign  ; 
A  race  of  Heroes  fam'd  in  ages  past; 
Oh,  may  their  virtues  propagate  and  last! 

*  Bonnington  and  Corra  Lins  falls  above  Lanark,  and  Stone  Byers 
Lin,  &c.  below  it.     Three  beautiful  cataracts  on  the  Clyde. 

j 

t  Passing  Carfin,  the  villages  of  Nethenfoot  and  Cross  Ford, 
Milton-house  and  Mills,  Mauldslu/Castle,  the  seat  of  the  Earl  of 
IJindford,  the  village  of  Dalserf,  Carabus  nethen,  and  Dalzell. 


8  GLOTTA. 

Of  lovely  Evan  who  the  charms  can  tell. 
Whose  clear  chaste  waves  thy  bosom,  Glotta,  swell? 
Two  verdant  hillocks  bank  the  shining  stream, 
Their  image  quiv'ring  in  the  wat'ry  gleam. 
In  the  fair  mirror  pleas'd  the  wood-nymphs  look, 
And  draw  green  landscapes  on  the  mimic  brook  : 
Here  on  a  rugged  rock  with  wild  surprise, 
Barncleugh's  high  terraces  romantic  rise; 
A  hanging  Paradise,  enchanted  scenes, 
Gay  precipices,  and  refracted  greens. 

Oh,  happy  he !  whom  bounteous  Heav'n  shall  give 
The  nauseous  world  forsaking  here  to  live; 
In  humble  virtues  all  his  hours  employ, 
And  feel  his  bosom  pant  with  silent  joy: 
Contemplate  Heav'n,  and  look  upon  the  sun, 
See  the  trees  blossom,  and  the  river  run : 
Amid  the  shades  in  sober  transports  walk, 
And  hold  with  conscious  Heav'n  mysterious  talk. 
Here  with  contempt  he  mortals  may  behold, 
In  low  pursuits  of  empty  bliss  grow  old, 
Himself  possessing  all  that  nature  knows, 
Conducive  or  to  pleasure,  or  repose. 

Descending  with  the  winding  flood,  the  muse 
A  joyless  sight,  deserted  Both  well  views;  • 
Late  gen'rous  Forfar's*  ;  who  by  rebels  slain, 
Abates  the  glory  of  thy  fields,  Dumblain. 

.'• 

*  Earl  of  Forfar,  slain  at  the  battle  of  Sheriffmuir  in  1715,  re 
sided  at  Bothwell-castle,  nine  miles  from  Glasgow,  where  the  Coun- 
tess, his  mother,  lived  for  several  years  after  his  death ;    it  now 
belongs  to  Lord  Douglas,  having  been  greatly  enlarged  by  the  last 
Duke,  after  his  Castle  of  Douglas  was  burnt  down. 


GLOTTA.  9 

Are  these  thy  gifts,  oh,  fatal  love  of  fame  1 
And  must  a  life  be  lost  to  win  a  name  ? 
In  equal  hazards  must  the  virtuous  be, 
Who  fight  to  save,  and  conquer  to  set  free, 
With  those  that  grown  in  impious  actions  bold, 
Boast  all  their  merit  kings  and  countries  sold? 
Yes,  Glotta,  justly  thou  thy  valiant  son 
Might'st  in  sad  strains,  and  sadder  yet  bemoan ; 
Who  brought  new  honours  to  a  mighty  name* 
Of  antient  date  and  near  allyM  to  fame: 
But  Heav'n  reproves  thy  grief  and  bids  thee  smile, 
Yet  happy  in  an  Orkney,  and  Argyle. 

Through  flow'ry  vallies,  and  enamel'd  meads,* 
The  hastening  flood  at  length  to  Glasgow  speeds.    v 
Its  northern  bank  a  lovely  Green  displays, 
Whose  ev'ry  prospect  fresh  delights  conveys* 
Alternate  shades  of  blowing  flow'rs  we  view 
Of  various  tincture,  wash'd  in  fragrant  dew. 
Here  the  shrill  larks  their  matin  songs  repeat, 
The  yielding  air  the  tender  strains  dilate, 
As  o'er  the  surface  of  the  stream  they  glide ; 
And  sweetly  languish  on  the  silver  tide, 
Here,  when  declining  Sol  extends  the  shades* 
Resort  victorious  throngs  of  charming  maids. 
Not  fabled  Paphos,  or  trr'  Arcadian  plain, 
Could  ever  boast  a  brighter  virgin  train; 

*  The  village  of  Carmile,  Moriston,  Rose  Banks,  and  Clyde  Iron 
Works ;  the  banks  of  Rutherglen,  &c. 

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10  GtOTTAl 

More  gentlfc  looks,  or  eyes  more  sparkling  show, 
Or  cheeks  that  with  a  livelier  crimson  glow. 
What  envious  pow'r  then  first  contriv'd,  or  made 
That  foe  to  beauty,  and  to  love  a  plaid*  ? 
Destruction  seize  the  guilty  garb,  that  holds 
Conceal'd  such  charms  in  its  malicious  folds. 
Of  this,  O  Thyrsis,  could  thy  strains  unshrine, 
Thy  Saccharissa,  how  the  fair  would  shine ! 
Her  bright  example  would  the  law  impose, 
And  all  the  green  a  gallaxy  disclose. 
. 
In  winter  too,  when  hoary  frosts  o'erspread, 
The  verdant  turf,  and  naked  lay  the  mead, 
The  vig'rous  youth  commence  the  f  sportive  war, 
And  arm'd  with  lead,  their  jointed  clubs  prepare  j 
The  timber  curve  to  leathern  orbs  apply, 
Compact,  elastic,  to  pervade  the  sky: 
These  to  the  distant  hole  direct  they  drive  ; 
They  claim  the  stakes  who  thither  first  arrive. 
Intent  his  ball  the  eager  gamester  eyes, 
His  muscles  strains,  and  various  postures  tries, 
Th'  impelling  blow  to  strike  with  greater  force, 
And  shape  the  motive  orb's  projectile  course. 
If  with  due  strength  the  weighty  engine  fall, 
Discharg'd  obliquely,  and  impinge  the  ball, 
It  winding  mounts  aloft  and  sings  in  air; 
And  wond'ring  crowds  the  gamester's  skill  declare, 

*  The  plaid,  the  ancient  dress  of  the  Caledonians, 
f  The  Game  of  Golf. 


GLOTTA.  11 

But  when  some  luckless  wayward  stroke  descends, 
Whose  force  the  hall  in  running  quickly  spends, 
The  foes  triumph,  the  club  is  curs'd  in  vain ; 
Spectators  scoff,  and  ev'n  allies  complain. 
Thus  still  success  is  followed  with  applause  ; 
But  ah !   how  few  espouse  a  vanquish'd  cause  1 
•  .. 

The  Muse  would  singwhenGLASGOw  she  surveys, 
But  Glasgow's  beauty  shall  outlast  her  lays. 
Though  small  in  compass,  not  the  least  in  fame, 
She  boasts  her  lofty  tow'rs,  and  antient  name. 
Rais'd  eminent  the  sacred  pile  appears, 
Rev'rend  with  age,  but  not  impair'd  by  years, 
From  holy  Mungo  namM;  of  daring  height, 
And  antique  structure,  awful  to  the  sight. 
To  Heav'n  their  homage  here  the  living  pay; 
Here  wait  the  dead  the  dawn  of  endless  day. 
The  neighb'ring  rocks  and  mingled  graves  increase 
The  silent  horrors  of  the  sacred  place ; 
Bid  human-kind  their  latter  end  discern, 
And  living  well,  the  art  of  dying  learn. 

Oh,  how  my  breast  with  ardent  wishes  glows! 
The  Muses  now  their  lovM  retreat  disclose, 
With  pious  care  preserving  still  in  bloom 
Transplanted  hither,  th'  arts  of  Greece  and  Rome. 
Here  in  long  mazes  of  abstracted  thought 
Thy  footsteps,  Truth,  the  learned  tribe  have  sought. 
Our  virtuous  youth  the  generous  chase  pursue, 
Improving  ancient  arts,  or  searching  new : 

B2 


12  GLOTTA. 

Not  idly  resting  in  the  show  of  things, 

But  tracing  nature  to  her  hidden  springs. 

Yon*  radiant  host  of  rolling  orbs  above, 

How  vast  their  circles,  and  how  swift  they  move ; 

What  pow'r  directs  their  everlasting  line, 

By  turns  to  seek  the  centre,  or  decline. 

What  second-cause  Heav'n's  high  commands  performs 

In  shatt'ring  tempests,  and  convulsive  storms; 

When  in  an  awful  gloom  the  clouds  arise, 

Blue  light'nings  flash,  and  thunders  burst  the  skies. 

Why  cold  the  fluid  element  restores 

A  harder  substance,  yet  of  wider  pores. 

Or  what  more  nearly  touches  human-kind, 

The  pow'rs  and  nature  of  immortal  mind, 

Which  only  conscious  of  its  being,  knows 

Th'  eternal  source  from  whence  that  being  flows. 

How  laws  their  force  and  sanctity  obtain, 

How  far  they  reach,  and  what  they  should  restrain. 

Whence  flow  the  rules  the  good  and  just  obey, 

And  how  themselves  all  virtue's  arts  repay. 

Happy  pursuits  that  bring  serene  delight, 

Endear  past  labours,  and  to  new  invite. 

Let  vice  display  her  charms,  nor  we  embrace, 

Her  gay  delusions,  and  fallacious  peace: 

Where  short's  the  truce  we  from  our  torments  gain, 

And  varying  pleasure  but  perpetuates  pain. 

These  better  arts  into  the  mind  convey 

More  lively  joys,  and  in  a  nobler  way. 

Excuse,  my  Lord,  the  Muse,  nor  disapprove 
These  faint  expressions  of  a  well-meant  love. 


GLOTTA,  13 

This  verse  at  least  was  to  a  mother  due, 
Nor  ill  discharg'd  the  debt  when  paid  to  you, 
Whose  generous  visit  to  the  reverend  dame 
Renews  her  lustre,  and  asserts  her  fame, 
Oh,  may  it  last !  and  she  continue  late 
Lov'd  by  the  wise,  and  honoured  by  the  great, 
Propitious  fates  the  matron  still  attend : 
Montrose  protect,  and  Chandois  long  befriend.* 

Albion  may  boast,  nor  boasts  indeed  in  vain, 
Of  Learning's  sons  a  long  illustrious  tr^in ; 
Inspired  bards,  and  sages  born  to  view 
Truth's  dark  recesses,  and  look  nature  thro' : 
Nor  envy,  Scotia,  thou  a  sister's  worth, 
While  Phcebus  plants  his  laurels  in  the  north. 
Here  Douglas,  here  the  noble  Maitland  sung;t 
Th'  Ausonian  lyre  herefam'd  Buchanan  strung. 
Exalted  high  the  godlike  genius  shines, 
A  British  bard  confess'd  in  Roman  lines. 
Oh  greatly  injur'd  shade  !  who  shall  atone 
The  wrongs  to  thee  by  envious  critics  done  ? 
My  ardent  vow  may  Heav'n  indulgent  hear, 
And  tune  to  British  strains  thy  charming  Sphere. 

*  The  first  Chancellor  of  the  University.  The  second  gave  a  be- 
nefaction to  the  College,  which  enabled  them  to  finish  that  elegant 
building  where  the  public  Library  is  kept. 


t  Gavin  Douglas,  Bishop  of  Dunkeld,  and  John  Maitland,  late 
Earl  of  Lauderdale. 


14  GLOTTA. 

But  small  were  fame  from  ages  past  derived, 
Unless  an  equal  genius  still  surviv'd. 
Its  antient  vigour  still  the  soil  exerts; 
In  arms  by  none,  by  few  excell'd  in  arts. 

O  happy  Glotta,  such  a  realm  to  boast ; 
A  realm  unless  by  thee  supported,  lost. 
Her's  are  the  fruits  thy  floating  forests  yield, 
And  th'  annual  harvests  of  the  wat'ry  field. 
For  her  thy  oaks  their  native  realms  explore, 
Despoiling  kingdoms  which  they  grac'd  before. 
Thy  plenteous  flood  a  scaly  breed  supplies ; 
And  seas  produce  the  gold  the  land  denies. 
An  hundred  nations  by  thy  bounty  live 
And  in  return  their  wealth  to  Britain  give. 
See !  how  in  shoals  the  finny  squadrons  sail, 
Their  numbers  dreadful  to  the  tyrant  whale. 
Thro'  the  green  wave  the  sparkling  herring  springs, 
The  surface  breaking  into  silver  rings. 
The  broad-back'd  cod  his  scarlet  gills  displays, 
Devours  his  neighbours,  and  usurps  the  seas. 
CouchM  on  the  deep,  a  horrid  monster  lies 
The  seal,  and  barks  to  silent  rocks  and  skies. 
In  vain  their  number,  and  their  strength  in  vain, 
Can  fraud  oppose,  or  industry  restrain  : 
Caught  in  the  net,  a  certain  prey  they  lie, 
Or  by  the  hook's  dissembling  bounty  die. 
Ev'n  deeper  yet,  our  luxury  pursues 
The  slumb'ring  oyster  in  its  peaceful  ooze. 


glotta;  15 

Delicious  morsel !  what,  alas!  avail 

Thy  lucid  globe,  and  close  indented  mail  ? 

But  what  is  losing  such  a  life  as  thine, 

If  in  a  crown  the  ripen'd  drop  shall  shine; 

Or  on  Belinda's  panting  bosom  shown, 

Enslave  a  thousand  hearts,  besides  her  own  ? 

Repine  not  we,  tho'  barb'rous  nations  boast 

Exhaustless  riches  in  a  golden  coast ; 

Since  in  our  floods  are  lodg'd  those  precious  stores, 

That  join  both  worlds,  and  make  their  product  ours.* 

These  blessings  Heav'n,  and  Liberty  bestow  ; 

And  such  tby  happy  portion,  Glotta,  now. 

Not  such  the  times  our  great  forefathers  saw, 
Whose  lives  were  endless  war,  and  arms  their  law ; 
When  factions  Thanes  the  public  peace  withstood, 
And  Scottish  fields  profan'd  with  Scottish  blood. 
Ere  yet  the  fate-inferring  Marble  Chairf 
Its  dark  mysterious  meaning  did  declare, 

*  Greenock  and  Port  Glasgow,  two  large  Sea  Port  Towns  near 
the  Mouth  of  the  Clyde. 

f  This  Marble  Chair  was  the  seat  in  which  the  Kings  of  Scotland 
were  crowned  at  Scone  ;  but  was  carried  away  by  Edward  I.  into  Eng- 
land, when  he  had  almost  subdued  Scotland.  And  as  tradition  says  of 
the  inscription  on  the  bottom  of  this  Chair,  viz.  That  where-ever  it 
was  to  be  carried  to,  the  Kings  of  Scotland  would  become  Sovereigns 
of  that  country,  which  was  fulfilled  by  James  VI.  succeeding  Queen 
Elizabeth  in  the  Crown  of  England.  This  Marble  Chair  makes  part 
of  the  Seat  in  Westminster  Abbey,  in  which  the  Kings  of  Britain 
are  vet  crowned. 


16  GLOTTA. 

Or  our  proud  Thistle  mingled  with  the  Rose, 
To  bid  defiance  to  Britannia^s  foes. 
The  fruitful  fields,  neglected,  scarcely  fed 
The  hardy  race,  who  to  defend  them  bled; 
Nor  hills  nor  vales  could  other  prospects  show, 
Than  sights  obscene,  and  monuments  of  woe. 
Then  Glotta,  leaning  on  her  silver  urn,  ^ 

Was  heard  her  desolated  shores  to  mourn. 
Her  flowing  tresses  dropping  pearls  no  more, 
With  sedge,  and  slimy  ooze  were  clotted  o'er. 
Horror  her  garb,  her  look  dejection  wears, 
Her  mantle  bloody,  and  ner  eyes  in  tears. 
When  on  the  hills  a  second-sighted^  sage, 
In  vision  rais'd,  tho'  bending  down  with  age, 
Appear'd,  and  ravish'd  into  future  times, 
Compos'd  her  sorrows  in  prophetic  rhimes. 

Forbear,  he  said,  fair  nymph,  thy  griefs  forbear. 
Nor  give  a  loose  to  terror,  and  despair. 
The  time  shall  come,  the  time  already  see  ! 
The  joyful  reign  of  glorious  Li.berty: 
When  generous  views  thy  sons  shall  reconcile, 
And  peace  and  plenty  on  thy  borders  smile. 
In  hostile  banks  then  Tweed  shall  flow  no  more, 
But  join  the  realms  she  did  divide  before. 
Where  little  tyrants  ruPd  a  ravag'd  land, 
There  lawful  Kings  shall  stretch  their  just  command. 
Attentive  hear  their  injur' d  people  groan, 
And  make  the  weary  ploughman's  toils  his  own  : 
Secure  the  fields  in  their  entrusted  grain, 
Bear  down  th'  oppressor,  and  protect  the  swain. 


GLOTTA.  17 

Safe  on  thy  banks  thy  peaceful  sons  shall  stray, 
To  throw  the  net,  and  seize  the  scaly  prey. 
For  then  unus'd  to  tumults  and  alarms, 
Thy  youth  shall  find  no  further  use  of  arms, 
Nor  foes  pursue,  but  in  the  Sylvan  chace : 
And  wage  no  war  but  with  the  brutal  race. 

Cease  then  thy  fears,  erect  thy  downcast  eyes, 
See  fairer  days,  and  brighter  suns  arise : 
Thy  fields  with  corn,  thy  borders  crown'd  with  woods, 
And  goodly  navies  floating  in  thy  floods, 
Mankind  deliver'd  from  the  slaught'ring  sword. 
Justice  triumphant,  and  her  scales  restor'd : 
Mercy  infolding  wretches  in  her  arms, 
And  Faith  all  shining  with  unspotted  charms. 
He  said;  the  rushing  winds  forgot  to  blow, 
Smooth  was  the  surface,  and  the  waves  roll'd  slow ; 
The  Goddess  smil'd,  and  from  her  radiant  eyes 
A  chearful  gleam  o'erspread  the  wat'ry  skies  : 
Around  her  flock'd  the  nymphs,  and  little  loves, 
And  gentle  zephyrs  fann'd  the  fragrant  groves. 

Be  yours,  my  Lord,  in  after  years  the  care 
Some  Royal  Brunswick's  gracious  toils  to  share. 
The  patriot  second  the  imperial  smile, 
And  equal  shine  on  all  the  British  Isle, 
'Till  all  disgusts,  and  secret  murmurs  gone, 
The  realm  in  int'rest  as  in  name  be  one : 
Impartial  riches  flow  in  ev'ry  stream, 
And  Thames  and  Glotta  mutual  friendship  claim. 

C 


18  GLOTTA. 

While  I,  the  meanest  of  the  tuneful  train, 
Describe  green  fields,  and  paint  the  Sylvan  scene 
Happy,  if  Glotta  in  my  strains  shall  be 
Grac'd  with  poetic  banks,  and  first  by  me. 


FINIS, 


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CLYDE'S  WELCOME  TO  HIS  PRINCE. 

(from  ramsay's  poems). 


What  cheerful  sounds  from  every  side  I  hear, 
How  beauteous  on  their  banks  my  nymphs  appear  I 
Got  through  these  massy  mountains  at  my  source, 
O'er  rocks  stupendous*  of  my  upper  course ; 
To  these  fair  plains  where  I  more  smoothly  move, 
Thro'  verdant  vales  to  meet  -fEv ana's  love. 
Yonder  she  comes  beneath  Dodona's  shade, 
How  blythe  she  looks  ?  how  sweet  and  gaylie  clad  ? 
Her  flow'ry  bounds  bear  all  the  pride  of  May, 
While  round  her  soft  meanders  shepherds  play. 
Hail,  lovely  Naid  1  to  my  bosom  large, 
Amidst  my  stores  commit  thy  crystal  ^charge, 
And  speak  these  joys  all  thy  deportment  shews, 
That  to  old  Ocean  I  may  have  good  news : 
With  solemn  voice,  thus  spoke  majestic  Clyde  : 
In  softer  notes  lov'd  Evan  thus  reply'd: 

*  The  river  falls  over  several  high  precipices,  such  as  Bonnington 
and  Corra's  Lin,  Stane  Byre  Lift,  &c 
f  The  small  river  Evan  which  joins  the  Clyde  near  Hamilton, 


20 

Great  Glotta  !  long  have  I  had  cause  to  mourn, 
While  my  forsaken  stream  gush'd  from  my  urn  ; 
Since  my  late  Lord,  his  nation's  just  delight, 
Greatly  lamented  sunk  in  endless  night. 
His  hopeful  Stem,  our  chief  desire  and  boast, 
Expos'd  to  danger  on  some  foreign  coast, 
Lonely,  for  years,  I've  murmur'd  on  my  way, 
When  dark  I  wept,  and  sigh'd  in  shining  day. 

The  Sire  return'd,  just  reasons  for  thy  pains, 
So  long  to  wind  through  solitary  plains: 
Thy  loss  was  mine,  I  sympathized  with  thee, 
Since  one  our  griefs,  then  share  thy  joys  with  me. 

Then  hear  me,  liquid  chieftain  of  the  dale, 
Hush  all  your  cat'racts  till  I  tell  my  tale, 
Then  rise  and  roar,  and  kiss  your  bord'rmg  flowers, 
And  sound  our  joys  around  yon  lordly  tow'rs; 
Yon  lordly  towers,  which  happy  now  contain 
Our  brave  and  youthful  Prince,  returned  again. 

Welcome,  in  loudest  raptures,  cry'd  the  flood. 
His  welcome  echo'd  from  each  hill  and  wood ; 
Enough,  Evan  a,  long  may  they  contain 
The  noble  youth,  safely  return'd  again. 
From  the  green  mountain  *  where  I  lift  my  head, 
With  my  twin-brothers  Annan  and  the  Tweed, 

*  From  the  same  hill,  the  rivers  Clyde,  Tweed,  and  Annan  have 
their  rise;  yet  run  to  three  different  seas,  viz.  the  Northern  Ocean, 
the  German  Ocean,  and  the  Irish  Sea. 


St 

To  thos^high  arches*,  where,'  as  Culclees  sing, 

The  piaus  M-u^GofishM  the  trout  and  ring. 

My  fairest  nymphs  shall  on  my  margin  pi ayv> 

And  make  ev'n  all  the  year  one  holy  day. 

The  Sylvan  powers  and  watches  of  each  height, 

Where  fleecy  flocks  and  climbing  goats  delight, 

Shall  from  their  groves  and  rocky  mountains  roam, 

To  join  with  us,  and  sing  his  welcome  home. 

With  lofty  notes  we'll  sound  his  high  descent, 

His  dawning  merits  and  heroic  bent . 

These  early  rays  which  stedfastly  shall  shine, 

And  add  new  glories  to  his  antient  line ; 

A  line  ay  loyal,  and  fir'd  with  generous  zeal, 

The  bravest  patrons  of  the  common-weal ; 

From  him  who  plung'd  his  sword  (so  muses  "j*  sing) 

Deep  in  his  breast,  who  durst  defame  our  King. 

We'll  sing  the  fire  which  in  his  bosom  glows 

To  warm  his  friends,  and  scorch  his  daring  foes  ; 

Endow'd  with  all  these  sweet,  yet  manly  charms, 

As  fit  him  for  the  fields  of  love,  or  arms  : 

Fixt  in  an  high  and  independent  state, 

Above  to  act  what's  little,  to  be  great. 

• 

*  The  bridge  of  Glasgow,  where,  as  'tis  reported,  St.  Mungo,  the 
patron  of  that  city,  drew  up  a  fish  that  brought  him  a  ring  which  had 
been  dropt;  which  miracle  Glasgow  retains  the  memory  of  in  their 
arms. 


f  Vide  the  ingenious  Mr.  Patrick  Gordon's  account  of  this  illus- 
trious familv. 


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Guard  him,  first  Pow'r,  whose  hand  directs  the  sun, 
nd  teach  him  through  dark  caverns  for  to  run; 
iOng  may  he  on  his  own  fair  plains  reside, 
And  slight  my  rival  Thames,  and  love  his  Clyde. 


• 


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